The Jungle Songtext
von B.B. King

I think I′ll move to the jungle
Way out in the woods
Yes, I think I'll move to the jungle, people
Move way out in the woods
Yes, because the way things are here now
Well, I ain′t doin' myself no good

I work hard every day
From Monday through Friday night
The wages that they pay me
I swear they are very light
They take out a little for the state
A little more for Uncle Sam
How can I ever catch up
And get myself out of this jam?


I think I'll move to the jungle
Move way out in the woods
Yes, because the way things are here now
People, I ain′t doin′ myself no good

I go to town on a Saturday
Just to pay my bills
I better make it early
Or the collector will come where I live
I go to church on a Sunday
I get on my knees to pray
Preacher take up collection
And say, "Brother, what will you pay?"

I think I'll move to the jungle
And move way out in the woods
Because the way things are here now, people
People ain′t doin' themselves no good